i met a physicist yesterday doing her postdoc in Harvard and does research with MIT, who just happened to be queer and woman presenting. She held a seminar on the validity (or rather invalidity!) of the Weak Cosmic Censorship Conjecture. We talked yesterday and also today about her research in quantum gravity, my research, blackholes, being a queer person in STEM, being a woman in physics, and things
this was a first real life representation of someone like me in this field of her stature. it has meant the world to me. that interaction meant so so much
once in a while i’ll remember allison harvard and my obsession with her when i was young, and whenever i do, i always ask myself how did i not know i was queer
throwback to this iconic moment in grad school when we were trying to figure out a physics question as usual and i was playing this bratz fish game and it wouldn’t stop glitching and i broke down internally
Kaitlin: Drowning (and dying horrifically in general) while noticing the beauty of the drowning and feeling inexpplicably happy while doing so. Also a myseterious fairytale looking house
Mike from Carmody’s: Cuddling with U2 band member
Joseph: A caterpillar-like bug with red shoes and yellow stripes on the sole is at the door of a house which causes him to panick and hides. He escapes but it finds him
Alaina: Actual fucking astral projection. I’m convinced this bitch is a witch
Serena: A sponge is chasing her at every corner of a room